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Attacking her button more, I have her shaking and on edge within seconds. The minute she falls over the edge into a blissful orgasm, my hands pull her down, embedding myself fully.

Her scream is pain-filled, but a fresh wave of orgasm rolls over her. Her empty pussy clenches, the ripples tickling at the underside of my shaft. Her asshole squeezes me painfully.

Sobs roll out of her from where she’s dropped against the wheel.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she wails.

“You can, Lara,” I pant.

My control is on its last thread, and I’m seconds away from pounding her ass. Throwing my head back, I clench my teeth, waiting for her pain to decrease.

The shake of the sobs wracking her body makes my cock twitch and leak in her ass.

Wait, wait, wait,I remind myself. Forcing out a long breath, I’m praying not to blow my load.

The sound of an engine is enough to cool my blood.

A glance in the rearview mirror shows my dad’s SUV approaching quickly.

Fuck my life.

“Princess, we have company,” I point out. “No, no,” I rush when Lara tries to jump away.

We both cry out as she drops back onto me.

“We don’t have time. Lean back into me,” I insist, rearranging the skirt of her dress. The flowy material is enough to cover my lap and conceal our attachment.

I’m still panting and Lara crying when my parents’ car pulls up beside my truck. Thank fuck mine stands slightly higher making our situation more discreet.

I roll down the window, giving a small wave.

“You guys okay?” My dad frowns.

I nod, unable to speak. Lara’s asshole took on a whole new level of tightness the minute their car stopped. Her essence flows out onto my lap.

She’s excited.

One of these days, I’m going to have to take her out near the interstate and fuck her in the bed of my truck as people pass. Close enough she can see them, but they can’t see her.

“Your truck giving you trouble?” Mom asks, leaning around my dad to see us.

“I don’t think it’s the car having trouble,” Dad snarks.

He’s where Kaleb gets his smart mouth from,I think with a roll of my eyes.

Mom finally spots Lara’s red and wet face. “Oh, baby.” She coos, “Whatever he did, he’s sorry.” Helen looks at me as if to say,right?

“Why did you assume I did something?” I huff.

Lara turns, giving me a glare over her shoulder.

“Do you want to hop in this car and come with us?”

Over my dead body.

“We’re going to the same place, Mom,” I point out, my irritation obvious.

Lara swipes at her cheeks, pointlessly brushing the tears away since new ones replace them quickly.

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